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{u. n. l. v.
Wusup! to my kel, third ward is the motherfuckin' house
Mac melph calio, r.i.p. pimp daddy, kilo ya with me, bryce hahahaha

{tec-9}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last

Chorus: ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
'em bleed to death
Ya played with the lil' ya now ya takin' yo last

{yella boy}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em to death
Ya played with the boy now ya takin' yo last breath


I got to get my dash on my back window is to rumble
I look back I see bustin' I'm out numbered
Try'na take my off, but I was kind of lucky
These nigga's slipped, and bustin', but couldn't get me
Had to put my monte carlo got myself an forty-five
my nigga, who live close around the way
Now I got to find that nigga, I'm stalk that nigga
I'm gonna yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger
Like john wayne, I'm handy with the when it's time to kill
Man I my business strickly on the real

ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up, spttin' at yo ass
Now it's time to make a third dash
But first me out motherfuckers and indorse yo word's
You me sick with all that hoe shit you got on
My last nerves, I had to get my and go bam!
You say I'm insane, now it's to let my
Motherfuckin' nut's and spit on you nigga's
I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin' bigger
I'm the capital y-a from the u.n.l.v.
You repped on me, now I got to ya "g"
I can feel ya, look in my eyes you won't
See no disguise, I'm real ain't no fuckin' boy in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "g"
I got real by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo

{yella
Money in the power new eddie bauer
Off up this day, I don't know why that shit was sour
You was supposed to be my hommie from the old
Another good guy gone bad in the game, that ain't cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park we was small
He saw me hustlin' on the set, he told me to give him a
I hit him all eight o'clock we supposed to meet
Claim he had dope, cliental in the street
He for three g's he hook me up real swell
I told him it was on the bin and I didn't how I felt
We meet by the old dump, 'cause them hot
I had my pistol, when I left I dropped my glock
When I got there, he was to make the switch
Raise out my car, I hear some noise the fuckin' ditch
It was a nigger, try'na kill me, I'm smooth like a
I jetted off bustin', I'm a show 'em be back


Fool I grew here, not here and y'all bitches new here
You out yo gun and didn't use it, you lost yo self
I'm a take nine, and empty the whole clip bitch
Sixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the
How many you know, rappin' fire up in luger
I haven't seen a nigga like cry before
You best's to run ya hear the sound of my gun go
Bluka! bluka! like lil' g, y'all can't a killer
A dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillar
I'm known uptown for bein' then a
Twenty bill with skills to make a peal
Don't slip up, don't fuck up 'cause have to
Pop you up

ya}
Boom boom boom, it's the sound you dead
With a bullet in yo head
I'm comin' out the motherfuckin' 1-2-3 and yes
I'm poppin' motherfuckers up constantly and
Motherfuckers they can't handle me
nigga's bein' labeled as a third ward "g"
Leave a dead in a ditch, I leave you stankin'
Go to yo house and fuck yo bitch and yo family
With them tear's in they eye's how did he
As cry, as they cry

{yella
Slicky grease I'm back, with my nigga's and they 'cause
You tried to take my life, to make yo fuckin' meal's stack
Seven guy's told me, yo first mind never leads you
Face to motherfucker, now you know it's on
The time, I went out like a fuckin' soldier
A sloppy job on yo car, I'm just like I told'cha
Yo eye's buck, as you was talkin' on a pay
You to reach, it's to late buckshot's in yo dome
Yo boy's in the car in a state of shock
Tec got the tec and got to poppin' till he the glock
I'm not the one, we fuck shit up and see
'cause we out of our territory
But when we come, we come and get the job done
Fuck all that and frontin' and twerk up if ya want some
We left 'em bleedin', start to greetin' back stabbin'
The war is on, so bring it on next's on the list
The of you worker's stand down with that funny shit

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